My spirit's made up of the ocean, and the sky, and the sun, and the moon, and all my eyes can see. I cannot go back to your land of gloom, where black jagged shadows remind me of the coming of your doom. I want my own land.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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3077 | 2021-01-20 02:52:57 | 101.94 | 97% |
2476 | 2020-12-03 11:35:28 | 92.32 | 97% |